Songtexte: Weasel King (The). Musical Decree Number Twenty-Four. The Instigators.

We?re lit, we?re taking off like wildfire
We?ll take this school by storm
Leave off now, someone else?ll pick up
I think they?ve caught our scent
We?re the instigators
It?s just trouble, it?s not unforgivable
We?re the instigators
It?s just trouble baby, one, two, three

We?ll be flying through the hallways, just trying to get away
She?ll be hopping up behind us
It?s time to make our getaway

Brooms chained all the way downstairs
We?re gonna need ?em to make this work
Fire off with a wand now
Make ?em somehow break free and fly themselves right here
We?re the instigators
It?s just trouble, it?s not unforgivable
We?re the instigators
It?s just trouble baby, one, two, three

We?ll be flying through the hallways, just trying to get away
She?ll be hopping up behind us
It?s time to make our getaway

We?re the instigators
We?re the instigators

We?ll be flying through the hallways, just trying to get away
She?ll be hopping up behind us
It?s time to make our getaway
We?ll be flying through the hallways, just trying to get away
She?ll be hopping up behind us
It?s time to make our getaway

It?s time to make our getaway
It?s time to make our getaway